Cora wanted him, right now, immediately. Impatiently, she sat up and fumbled at the top of his boxer briefs, pushing them down.

Roger glared at her again, at the challenge in her voice, and she glared back.

“Fine,” he snarled, rolling away to sit beside her on the bed. He pushed his shorts down and kicked them off. Cora barely had a moment to look before her eyes widened at the sight of his thick, hard cock. He grabbed her, hauling her on top of him. Her chest pressed against his, her legs straddled his hips. "Oh my god," she thought, feeling the slick center of her pressed directly against his cock.

“Fine, Cora,” Roger snapped, looking directly into her eyes, his temper riled—just how she liked him. “Then let’s fucking do it.”

Without a word, still holding his gaze, Cora shifted her hips upward and reached between them, feeling his length against her palm. She pumped him once, twice, her mouth falling open as she realized his full size. Roger shuddered at her touch. Then, slowly, delicately, she positioned the tip at her entrance and lowered herself down.

A moan, turning into a cry, escaped her as she lowered herself fully onto Roger's cock. He slowly filled her far beyond what she thought possible. Roger groaned deeply, his head falling against her shoulder, panting as she took all of him in, her body pressed flush against his.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his breath against her skin. “Fuck, Cora…”

Her body began to shake as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her, her face turned to the ceiling as her hips pulsed, wanting him to move against her inner walls.

“Fuck,” Roger said again, more forcefully this time. He curled his back, pressing his hips upward, sinking more completely into her, making her whole body rock forward. He pulsed, pounding into her. She could only cling to his shoulders and endure as he held her hips steady, pounding his thick cock deep inside her, stroke after stroke.

She felt her climax building, welcoming it, angling her body so that Roger…

…Until, gasping, everything in her spilled over, clenching hard against Roger as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead to his shoulder. The tension snapped, and pleasure swept through her body. Roger held her, wrapping his arms tight around her. She was aware of his hips pulsing three more times, harshly, before he cried out, going still as he sank all the way into her, spilling himself inside her. She laid her head against the curve of his neck and panted against his shoulder.

They stayed like that for a long time, Roger's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as she trembled and caught her breath.

“Cora,” he whispered, his voice thick, his throat raw. “Do you want it?”

“Huh?” she asked, pulling her head up to look at him, her eyes still bleary with intensity, with the afterglow.

“Do you want it?” he asked, raising a hand to her cheek, brushing her face with his thumb. The love in his eyes took her breath away. “Do you want my mark? You can have it—”

“Oh,” she said, her eyes widening as she realized what he was asking—and its significance. It was such an incredibly intimate moment. Roger was still inside her, his arms wrapped around her, his face millimeters from hers, so close their lips brushed as he spoke.

“Roger,” she said, suddenly afraid, pulling away slightly. “Can—can humans even take a wolf’s mark?”

He knitted his brows together, frowning. He didn't know either.

“Roger,” she said, leaning back to take his face in her hands. He groaned as she shifted against his newly sensitive cock. “Roger,” she said again, waiting for him to focus. “I want it. I do,” she said, nodding, ensuring he understood. She waited until he nodded in confirmation. “But…can we wait? Until we know how my body will react?”

He paused, then pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers. “Yes, Cora,” he breathed. Then, laughing, he twisted so quickly in the bed that she shrieked with surprise, then laughed as her back hit the mattress and he pinned her down with his tanned, muscled form.

“But know this, little mate,” he growled, looking into her eyes, then lowering his head to drag his teeth down her neck to the soft space where her flesh arched into her shoulder. “I’m going to mark you right…here…” he said, pressing his sharp teeth against it. She gasped at the sensation, a preview of what was to come.

“I’m going to do it,” he continued, flicking his tongue lovingly over the spot, “as soon as we know it won’t make you…explode or something.”

She burst into laughter, rolling with it. Roger's body shook with her laughter as he pulled her tight against him, unwilling to let her go. She didn't want to be separated either, until her laughter faded, and they lay on their sides, their faces close, their noses nearly touching.

“I love you, Roger,” she said, simply, surprising herself. She’d never said it before and always thought it would be hard or scary. But in this moment, it was simply the truth, as easy as observing the rain or his beauty.

Roger paused, knowing how big a step it was for her. Then he closed the distance, kissing her thoroughly, recklessly, his whole heart in every movement of his lips. She was breathless when he pulled away. He was already staring at her.

“I’m very much in love with you too, Cora,” Roger sighed, shaking his head. “Though we didn’t make it easy for each other, did we?”

“No,” she murmured, moving closer, if that were possible. “But,” she said, with a smirk, “it wouldn’t be very us if we did, would it?”

“No,” he agreed, shaking his head and smirking back. “But the rest,” he said, nodding urgently. “The rest, let’s make that simple. I love you, and I always will, and that’s the only thing that matters. All right?”

“All right,” she said, sighing and resting against him.

And, deep inside, she hoped very much that it would be true.